"Mom, believe me, we will succeed." Zhao Qingyu said seriously, "I've already got some secret recipes, we just need to follow the above steps a few more times." ”

As she spoke, she took out a piece of paper from her pocket, torn it from her notebook, which was densely but very clearly filled with methods and steps for making snacks, and even the proportions of various oils, salts, sauces and vinegars were written, but not so detailed.

Mother Zhao took the piece of paper, looked dumbfounded, and asked in surprise: "Xiaoyu, where did you go to learn art?" What else can you know? It's not someone else who is trying to deceive you. ”

"Mom, if you lied to me, you won't know if you try it."

"Yes, I hope it's true......

Zhao Qingyu assigned work to everyone, the noodles had already arrived at noon, except for the hot dry noodles, other types of noodles do not need to be dusted, if the guests want to eat, they can directly throw them into the pot of boiling water and cook them.

But the people in W love hot dry noodles, and at this time, only a few breakfast restaurants will make hot dry noodles.

First of all, it is necessary to light the stove, although it is very convenient to use liquefied gas to burn coal, but it is not cost-effective, the traditional use of small wooden sticks to make a fire, that takes half a day, so Zhao Qingyu bought some igniting coal by the way when buying coal.

This coal can easily ignite and then ignite other ordinary honeycomb lumps.

Because this time she was just doing an experiment for Zhao's mother in advance, she didn't use a big stove, otherwise the five-eyed big furnace would use up almost thirty catties of coal at a time.

She chose a medium-sized three-eye stove, put a small cylindrical soup pot on it, poured eight minutes full of boiling water into it, and when the water boiled, poured the raw hot dry noodles into it.

Each time, she made a comparison with Zhao's mother with her hands, and told her that if she used a large stove and a large soup pot, she could add a little.

Because it is a round coarse alkali noodle and the amount is relatively large, it is necessary to boil it in water a little more, and it is almost eight minutes cooked.

"Don't snore, I'd rather be stiff than rotten." Zhao Qingyu said while holding two large bamboo chopsticks and stirring them inside.

When it was almost done, she scooped up the noodles with a large colander and quickly placed them on top of another new table next to the wall.

It was very large and wide, had already been washed clean, and was smeared with a layer of oil, and there was a powerful blower at the other end, and when she was scooping noodles, she told her brother to open it quickly.

The moment the face was thrown down, she immediately picked it up again, and a wave of heat was blown away by the wind.

She picked it a few times, poured some oil on it and continued to dust it up.

Mother Zhao and Zhao Qingfeng stood next to them with different faces, and both of them looked very attentive.

It wasn't until the blower couldn't blow any hot air that Zhao Qingyu put down the big bamboo chopsticks, shook his arm and said, "Have you learned?" ”

Mother Zhao: "Xiaoyu, did you really go out to apprentice?" Why so skilled? ”

Zhao Qingyu said in his heart that I have been doing this for two years, can I not be proficient.

Of course, she still diverted the topic: "Mom, don't worry about this, I'm not on TV yet, you can try it." ”

"Oh, I still teach this ...... on TV" Zhao's mother was not at home before, but she knew that there would be some food programs to teach cooking and hot dry noodles, but this was the first time she had heard of it.

Zhao Qingyu poured some noodles into the water again, and let Zhao's mother get the rest herself.

Zhao's mother was in a hurry, the first time she overcooked, the second time she put less oil, she didn't dust it well, and it wasn't until the third time that she barely qualified.

By the fourth, fifth, she was getting more and more proficient.

"It's really not too difficult, but it's a little anxious every time I get noodles." Mother Zhao began to be a little proud of her wit.

"Well, then take the noodles half a minute in advance, so as not to cook them for a long time, and then let the dusted noodles cool, and when you give them to the guests, you only need to swing them in boiling water a few times, and if the noodles are dusted harder, you can swing them a few more."

Learning to play with Shan noodles, Zhao Qingyu took out another piece of kohlrabi with sauce, washed it and dried it, and then cut it into very small cubes to use as a pickle for hot dry noodles.

Green onions are very small and fine shallots bought at noon, and after washing, they are also cut into small pieces of about the same size.

There is also the sauce, which is also a recipe that she has learned before, and she only needs to put one spoonful in the hot dry noodles to get the color, flavor, and flavor.

Finally, there is the tahini paste, which she grinds with her mother at noon at the place where she and her mother go to the town to grind sesame oil, which is mixed with white and black sesame seeds in different proportions and polished.

Others include soy sauce, vinegar, monosodium glutamate, etc., which are added in a certain proportion, and a bowl of steaming hot dry noodles is freshly baked.

Zhao Qingyu picked up the chopsticks and picked them a few times, skillfully mixed the sauce on the noodles evenly, and then the whole bowl of noodles turned brown, even if it was more than a meter away, he could smell a rich sesame fragrance.

Mother Zhao and Zhao Qingfeng both watched Zhao Qingyu's movements with great interest, as well as the bowl of noodles in her hand.

Zhao Qingyu picked up a chopstick noodle, took the lead in tasting it, and couldn't help but sigh: "Well, the taste is better than what I used to make......

"Huh? What before? Mother Zhao asked in surprise.

"What? I mean, the noodles we make taste even better than what we've eaten before. Zhao Qingyu grinned and handed the dishes and chopsticks to Zhao's mother, "Mom, you and my brother have a taste, is it what I said." ”

Zhao's mother took it, first picked a chopstick and tasted it for Zhao Qingfeng, who was looking forward to wearing it, and then asked her son, "Is it delicious?" ”

"It's delicious, sister didn't lie to us, it's really even better than what I used to eat......"

When Zhao's mother heard this, she hurriedly put a chopstick into her mouth, and sure enough, the taste was very authentic, and the noodles were also very strong, but there was no stiff feeling.

"Really, how to make it so delicious, we're too good." Zhao's mother held the bowl and said happily, Zhao Qingfeng next to her wanted to eat again, she took another bite before giving the bowl to her son.

Zhao Qingyu said funny: "Then what I just taught, have you all seen it clearly, these things seem simple, but when you put them, you have to judge them according to the amount of noodles, of course, if the guest has a request, you can also adjust it according to his taste." ”

She said it in an orderly manner, Zhao Mu nodded again and again, and finally rubbed her hands: "I'll try it too." ”

"Hmm."

Zhao Qingyu got out of the way, and Zhao's mother began to try the flavor below, which began to be a little lighter, and the taste was not as good as Zhao Qingyu's, and the second bowl became much better.

After a few more bowls, Zhao's mother's condiment ratio has been almost mastered, but the action is a little rusty, and the speed is much slower, she wanted to put a few more bowls, but when she turned her head, she found that there were already a lot of noodles on the table, and a few of them must not be able to finish eating, and they felt that it was a waste, so they gave up.